Mr. Hate - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I must admit, I was a bit confused

I saw my picture in the mornin' news

You say my sister's dead; my mom is, too

You said I killed 'em, but it's just not true

Nothin's real, nothin's certain

But when I read your words, it just starts hurtin'

Everybody's tryin' to convict me

For taking Benzedrine and LSD

But that's all ancient history

And it's just between God and me

I hate rock 'n' roll, don't smoke pot

Maybe a drunk, but a user I'm not!

This is a warning from my own hands

Never corner a frightened man!

I might kill somebody tryin' to escape

You better listen to Mr. Hate!

I can't believe the things my school friends said

Sometimes I think I wish that they were dead

I get so mad that I just see red

Then something blows apart inside my head

It's all erroneous information

I've gotta make a little clarification

This is a warning from my own hands

Never corner a frightened man!

I might kill somebody tryin' to escape

You better listen to Mr. Hate!

"I'm not gonna wash your dishes, anymore

I'm not gonna fry your burgers! I don't need it

You never understood me, anyway

You'll never catch me, I won't give up

YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!"

This is a warning from my own hands

Never corner a frightened man!

I might kill somebody tryin' to escape

You better listen to Mr. Hate!

You better listen to Mr. Hate!